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"it wasn't a big deal." clearly lux thought it should've been, but she also seemed to have wanted there to have been something going on between him and griffyn, what exactly lou couldn't understand and didn't dare to question too intensely. she was the kind of person who liked answers, always knew when he was trying to hide something from her and while it felt good to be known so intimately after a lifetime of trying to be something he wasn't, it was scary to find her digging around in places even he had yet to fully discover. "what'd you mean just a kiss? it was a dare, it wasn't- we didn't do it for fun." lou scoffed and followed lux's gaze over to griffyn, his eyes flickering down to his lips for only a second or two, as much as he allowed himself, then looked away and threw himself back into the fits of denial. "it was all for show." he reiterated and tried to ignore how hearing of griffyn's enjoyment in kissing him warmed his insides. it made him nervous to think about, not only the fact that his friend could be thinking about him in such a way, but that he might have felt the same, somewhere deep down under years and years of repression. it was easier for everyone involved to leave it alone, at least that was what lou told himself while finishing off what was left of his beer. "i can't help it if i'm better with girls than you..." he teased halfheartedly then quickly turned his attention back to lux as she spoke, like he was her lapdog and had just heard his name called. as the conversation shifted towards griffyn's interest in lou, he took the opportunity afforded by finishing his drink to get up and scurry away from the circle if only for a couple of moments. it was hard to tell whether griffyn was trying to throw him a lifeline by bringing up lisa and therefore giving lou something to cling to other than the admission that he has jealous that she'd gotten to fuck him but lou took it like a drowning man, blowing out a low whistle at the mention of the name as he cracked open another bottle. "lisa... god, she was wild." she wasn't, not in comparison to the kinds of things that he and lux did but for the sake of proving how little attention he had paid to their kiss, lou reminisced on his time with the older girl with fondness. "you messed around too, griff." lou pointed out once he'd sat back down, closer to lux than he'd been before. "that kiss was nothing compared to the stuff you got up to. what about the blonde who snuck us cigarettes? there was that rumour about you two in the boathouse..." it didn't occur that it wasn't the act that was important, but rather who it was that griffyn wanted to be doing it with, yet he sat smugly with his new beer, content in the belief that he'd managed to sway their discussion away from the dare or griffyn's feelings.

lou had never been a good liar, but lux liked that. he couldn’t hide from her, and if he tried, it wasn’t too hard to seek him out and drag him back into the light. exposed. “that sounds pretty memorable to me… kissing your best friend.” the only way he could’ve forgotten would be if he’d been actively suppressing the memory, and even then, it couldn’t have been buried down too deep. his unease when she’d initially questioned him about it when it was just the two of them was palpable; it was obvious he was hiding something. perhaps she’d have to bring griffyn into the mix more often, seeing as he had no qualms laying every dirty detail of their shared history out on the cutting room floor, and his mere presence seemed to tease something out of lou she was unable to get on her own. “that’s it?” she repeated, slight disappointment coloring her tone as her lips curved into a demure pout. “just a kiss?” the question was posed to lou, but she made sure to shoot a look over to griffyn, imploring him to expose any more details the former might’ve been holding out on. he was quick to try and turn it back on her, trying to rationalize their actions as some mundane, predictable facet of adolescence. polishing off the rest of her wine in one large swig, she pretended to mull it over for a moment. “sometimes,” she shrugged. “i’ve fucked a few of them, too, but that was more for my own benefit than anyone else’s. i did it because i wanted to. i’m sure griffyn can relate.” her nose wrinkled affectionately in combination with her teasing grin as she shifted to face the other man more directly. “i bet he was just itching to get his hands on you all summer. all those hormones… the sweat. bunk beds.” her hand barely concealed her giggle as she pressed it to her mouth, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“you did get a lot of action that summer, huh? guess it just faded into the background…” knowing just how fragile he could be, griffyn was careful never to push lou too hard, but it seemed lux didn’t have those same reservations. she knew just when to jab and when to pull back and soothe his wounds, and all he could do was sit back and watch the spectacle unfolding before him. it was a rather tame beginning, but he could feel they were on the verge of unleashing something truly outrageous. he was just happy to be along for the ride. “just a kiss, but, i dunno… i enjoyed it. seemed like he did, too, but what do i know? maybe he’s just better at pretending than i am.” his gaze was trained solely on lou as he spoke, unwavering even as he took another sip of beer and let his lips linger around the rim of the bottle. once he redirected the topic to lux, griffyn looked to her as well, her cool, relaxed demeanor in stark contrast’s to lou’s pent up repression. clearly she was far more comfortable with being the center of the attention, reveled in it, even, but it didn’t take long for her to find a way to circle back to the topic at hand, this time teasing a more willing subject. he grinned in response, breathing out a guilty chuckle as he dropped his head in a feigned display of bashfulness. really, he was delighted to be called out, to have an excuse to confess to feelings he’d been keeping sheltered in fear of freaking lou out. “i mean, yeah, i wasn’t mad at it… can’t say i wasn’t a little jazzed when she dared us. nothing like some tiny gym shorts and the smell of bug spray to really get your heart racing, huh? i think we all wanted to fuck him that summer. lisa connor was a lucky girl, alright…”

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Happy-Go-Lucky (Tetsuya Nakashima, 1997)

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her ex was an asshole, no question about it. the kind of guy who had been happy to fuck her then make jokes about her behind her back to all his friends, to play dating her as nothing more than a means to get pussy alongside the vicious rumours he helped stoke the flames of. he was a bad guy, obvious to anyone who knew him and quinn had indulged in a few fantasies of hurting him as a means of dealing with the embarrassment of letting herself get close to someone but it was all pretend. holden didn't have the intellect yet to be able to distinguish what was real and fantasy, he lived in a black-and-white world and while she'd voiced her frustrations to him on multiple occasions, it was her who should have known better than to put ideas in his head. despite the height he held on her, he looked so pitiful through his confusion, his heart had been in the right place even if he couldn't yet see how much trouble he'd gotten them both in. if the police came looking for her ex, they'd find holden too and how she was meant to explain his oddities, well, she was still struggling to come to terms with everything herself. her expression softened as he pointed out the obvious, the frustration for the situation he'd put them in was still there but it was hard to remain angry when for the first time since she could remember, someone had gone out of their way to protect her from harm, even if her ex was never going to actually lay a finger on her. chewing on her already chapped lips, quinn let holden take a step closer and reach for her hands. the blood on them didn't scare her, nor did the proof of his strength and tendency for violence, how could it be when he was proving that he was just as capable of being soft too? "okay." she said after a long moment of consideration. the word caught in her throat, coming out as broken and disjointed, so she shook her head and forced herself to speak once again. "okay, just... just let me handle my own problems. please?" he'd proven he was more than willing to help her but she didn't need a bodyguard, or a bully dog ready to snap at anyone who drew too close. what she wanted from holden she wasn't sure of, but it felt wrong for him to have come back to life just to bloody his hands.

he was trying to understand her, he really was, but it was like he'd been resurrected on a whole different planet. as if it wasn't difficult enough trying to navigate a world of new technology, new trends, a whole century of history he'd missed out on, he was struggling to learn modern courting rituals. quinn spoke the same language he was familiar with, but her behavior was entirely foreign. after listening to her lament on and on about her ex, recounting his many wrongdoings, convincing holden that guys like him were more monstrous than he would ever be, he'd figured he'd be doing her a favor by taking him out of the equation altogether. this was supposed to be what finally won her over, a grand gesture to show just how deeply his love for her ran, and it'd only ended up upsetting her again. it seemed that, no matter what he tried, he always got it wrong somehow. he allowed her to scold him, letting her words sink in though he still didn't quite see what was so wrong with what he'd done, nearly stumbling back in surprise as she rapped her tiny fist against his head. lips pursed in a slight pout, he let out a grunt of frustration. "he hurt you," he explained, pointing down at the corpse still leaking blood onto the carpet. "gone now. no more hurt." if he really was as bad as she claimed he was, then holden had just done the whole world an act of charity. one less pretentious creep roaming around, sucking up oxygen, preying on poor, sweet, unsuspecting girls like quinn. with holden around, she'd never have to worry about a thing. "i fix." with a softened gaze, he took a step towards her, slow enough to allow her the opportunity to back away if she wanted. when she didn't retreat, he reached out to grasp both her hands, transferring her ex's blood to her skin in the process, though he held them as tenderly as one would a wounded baby bird. his grasp on language was slowly returning to him, but he still lacked the vocabulary to convey all he was feeling, all he was thinking, how to explain his intentions or properly reassure her. touch was the only way he knew how to communicate certain things, and he could only hope she understood it as an apology, and a promise.

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EWAN McGREGOR in SHALLOW GRAVE (1994)

dir. Danny Boyle.

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before i put the effort into a gif pack... would anyone want to write with him...

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laurie hummed in agreement and nodded his head, docile and dopey like a sleepy dog. his heavy eyes dragged across her body slowly, like it took effort to get his eyes to flicker around, then settled back on her face once she'd finished asking her question. "if it works it works." he bit back the weight of his smile, then shrugged boyishly. "usually i skip out on reading that stuff altogether, don't really like reading about myself." he paused, took another puff from the dwindling joint then extended it over to her. "would my plan be working?"

              " you think so, hm ? " a coy smile playing upon her features, brows wiggling over at the stranger, even through the thick cloud of smoke that sat between them. " is this usually how you get writers to write such praise about you ? give them some free weed and a few compliments ? "

#* . ⊹ laurie loch › threads #* . ⊹ laurie & lucia › threads

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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am tired of making a religion out of my suffering’.

[text id: my bones whimper at the thought of what could have been. / what could have been if i was not born in a grave?]

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"i didn't lie- i forgot, it wasn't something i dwelled on." lou was quick to defend himself, he didn't want it to look like he had purposefully tried to hide having kissed griffyn once before, it would only make him look more guilty and the blush that had risen on his pale cheeks already gave too much away. he wasn't lying about not dwelling, from the moment the kiss was over he had forced himself to push the memory as far back as possible, making it so that he could easily trick himself into believing it had never happened at all. "drunk- yeah, yeah that's it." they both knew that lou had only had half a can of beer, pouring the rest out when he thought no one was looking because he couldn't stomach the taste back then but he wasn't going to refuse a rope thrown in his direction. he didn't glance over at griffyn for too long before turning his full attention back to lux, it was, after all, her whose opinion he cared about the most. "we'd had a few beers and one of the older girls suggested we play truth or dare. usual teenager shit. i guess it's pretty obvious what happened next and we..." lou's words trailed off as he gestured vaguely between himself and griffyn. what other details were there to exchange? he didn't want to seem too invested in telling the story, like he was happily taking a trip down memory lane, yet to act as though he was too freaked out by the conversation would only encourage lux to prod and poke further. "yeah, that's it." he shrugged and took a gulp from his beer bottle, nursing it for longer than he would have usually done in applause for getting through the conversation without too much fumbling. "you've probably kissed your girl friends before." before anyone could turn the conversation back to the topic of their kiss, lou jerked his bottle if lux's direction and nodded at her as if to suggest he needed her to back him up. kissing friends wasn't weird, especially when it was for a dare. it wasn't like it had been a choice for either of them, that'd be a different story but no, it was purely a performance to impress some girls. "to get some guys all hot or something, right?"

things had been going well with lou so far— a little too well, for lux's taste. he was the type to allow her to walk all over him with a smile on his face, to accept her frequent lashings and still come back for more, which was exactly why she'd chosen to pursue him rather than his friend after meeting them both at a party some number of months ago. she'd been looking for an obedient little plaything, and he fit the role. the problem was, lux grew restless without some form of conflict in her relationships. they'd fallen into a routine, and now she was in search of something to spice it up. she'd noticed it on that first night they met; a dynamic between the two friends that was begging to be explored, a certain sexual tension that lou seemed oblivious to, while griffyn appeared to be ignoring, despite being aware. the level of trust she'd fostered with lou would make him that much more susceptible to suggestion, and so she felt there was no better time to try and bring them together than the present. condensation clung to the outside of her wine glass as she held it by the stem, balmy late spring air leaving them all coated with a thin sheen of sweat. she could've turned on the a/c, but the heat only added to the atmosphere of their little rendezvous. "well now you have to tell me!" she giggled with delight as she looked between the two men, reveling in lou's discomfort in comparison to griffyn's mild amusement. the more they revealed about the incident, the wider her grin became, practically splitting her face in half. she'd been expecting some new tidbit about their relationship to be revealed in their state of slight intoxication, but it seemed she'd barely had to do any prying at all, the truth just spilling out onto the hardwood for her to pick through and dissect. "so you did kiss! you're such a liar..." with her free hand, she reached out to playfully shove lou on the shoulder. "he told me you'd never done anything before," she told griffyn, briefly glancing back to the other with a disapproving shake of her head.

whatever was going on in their relationship, griffyn really had no clue. he only knew of the superficial details lou decided to share with him, mostly gushing over how well things were going, how amazing lux was. nothing of real substance. while he and lux had kept in contact off and on after that initial party they'd met her at, she gave him even less, which is why he was so surprised to receive an invite from her to meet the couple out for drinks. it was a little strange, given she'd told him to act like it was a coincidence, but he wasn't about to pass up an opportunity to spend time with the both of them. they'd ended up back at lux's luxurious home, several drinks in their systems, and the topic of conversation shifting to he and lou's former exploits. her intrigue was palpable, as was his friend's discomfort, which only made griffyn that much more eager to put on a show. "i'm not making it out to be anything!" he insisted, hands up in surrender. "she asked if we've ever fucked around with each other... i think that counts." no matter how long ago it was, and no matter the circumstances, it still happened. he could pretend it was no big deal, but griffyn could still remember the fervent press of lou's lips against his, that soft little noise emanating from the back of his throat that poured from one mouth to the other. it was something. "maybe he forgot, i dunno... we were a little drunk." glancing over at lou, he tried to offer him an out from being seen as a liar, though he knew it to be false. "so, yeah," he began explaining, focus shifting back to lux. "it was, like, the last week of camp... some of the older kids stole a case of beer that one of the counselors snuck in, and we met up around the campfire a couple hours after curfew— do you wanna tell it? or do you not remember?"

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ZENDAYA as MICHELLE JONES spider-man: no way home (2021) 

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for two individuals with intense affection for their independence and freedom to get married, a series of rules had to be thought out in detail to avoid any future complications. marriage was a promise to commitment burnie thought he'd never make but eleanore was different than most and expected no level of dedication other than respect, she didn't want to be tied down just the same as him and their relationship had come to be one of love, of course, but a means of safety more than anything else. he didn't ask about his wife's exploits when she went away for work and it wouldn't bother him even if he did, their openness kept their relationship alive and while unusual in the eyes of others, it worked for them. it was unfortunate to see a relationship's flame dwindling, especially when the occupants were close friends but burnie was able to admit that lana had always been much more interesting and far too good for her loser husband. "mm, i'm glad someone is taking care of you..." he remarked casually, a cigarette of his own dancing mindlessly between his hand swinging off the back of the couch. most men didn't know a good thing if it hit them square in the face, he was not most men and in addition to having a wife both beautiful and talented, burnie was eager to help any woman who needed some old-fashioned affection. he huffed out a laugh at the suggestion that eleanore might care at all about him pursuing another woman and brought his cigarette around to his lips. "yours might..." he paused to take a drag, dark eyes trained on lana but held back from touching her just yet, even with her already making part of herself home on his lap. "but i don't think there's anything selfish about pleasure. we eat when we're hungry, sleep when we're tired... our needs should be taken care of."

Lana and her husband had been friends with Bernie and Eleanore for years, yet the complexity of their relationship had always eluded them. Lana never felt inclined to pry, and perhaps that was because she personally benefited from any time spent alone with Burnie, despite her close friendship with the beautiful blonde he called his wife. Any moment of flirtation had felt like a breath of fresh air among the stale waters of her own tepid love life. It was Burnie's influence, paired with half a bottle of vintage red, that had made sharing this hardship so easy. Heavy lashes hooded her gaze, genteel smirk tugging at the corner of her lips before she ventured to take another sip. It wasn't as though she hadn't thought about it; partaking in such an indulgent and highly irresponsible activity had been out of character, but nevertheless one she had imagined in graphic detail more than she might have liked to admit. Usually with manicured fingertips sliding beneath the boundary of designer lingerie. "Whatever makes you think I need help? I've become quite the dab hand at self-gratification, you know." Laying back against the arm rest of the couch, slender pins stretched elegantly across the confines of his lap, twisting at the hip in efforts to set down her glass and pick up the cigarette she'd had perched atop an ashtray. "Besides, I rather think our other halves would take issue with us running away in a selfish pursuit of pleasure, don't you?"

#* . ⊹ burnie mclaughlin › threads #* . ⊹ burnie & lana › threads

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i’ve had a fucking awful day so i’m either gonna do all my replies or disappear off the face of the earth… depends how good the dinner i make for myself is

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— 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛 𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢 𝐢𝐧 "𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲"

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she should've just ordered online, at least that way she could have staved off her embarrassment of indulging in her desires till she had to take the package from the delivery man. even then, he wouldn't know what was in the box, he wouldn't tease and grin at her like he was picturing exactly what she would look like when she grew brave enough to use the toy. her face contorted in disgust at puck's gratuitous descriptions but she forced her mouth to say shut. he wanted a reaction, any would do and she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing he'd made her feel any sort of way. before she could argue, his broad hand wrapped around her arm and the smooth head of the toy pressed against the thin skin of her wrist. he was right, the vibration didn't jerk or flicker, it was a low and smooth hum that made penny's thighs clench from their confines in her tight jeans. whether or not that revelation made itself apparent on her face was another story entirely, but she had to admit, unfortunately, that he might not have been talking out of his ass. the warmth that blossomed in her belly at the thought of what other things he was knowledgable about was nothing but a biological response, completely unimportant and had no bearing on how she really felt about him... at least that was what she told herself so she didn't melt into a puddle right then and there. "whatever." penny huffed and wiggled her arm out from his grasp so she could continue fishing her card out from her purse. if it'd stop him from talking, then she'd buy whatever he told her to and reap the benefits in private, away from his stupid smirk and knowing stare. "do you talk to every customer like this, or am i just really unlucky today?" the frustration of not being able to cum and having to deal with his snarky ways was too much, wettening her sensible panties enough so that she'd have to throw them in the wash when she got home.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not impartial to a quick--" Crude gesture ensued, followed by a whistle as he jacked the air in front of him flagrantly. "But c'mon, love yourself a little, P. Ten minutes is like, the sweet spot. You telling me you've never pet the puss indulgently? I'm surprised by your lack of hedonism, babe." And perhaps it was because Puck had always been fairly hedonistic and self-serving. If he looked amused, it had only been because of the sheer mortification she exhibited at the counter. It was almost too easy to poke fun. Gaze flickered beneath the safety of Penny's face, in favor of momentarily studying the body he could only assume would be in the throes of arousal in the next few hours. Faint hum of intrigue escaped him, surprisingly a little more turned on by the concept than he'd previously allowed himself to be about Penny. Gaze narrowed, leaning over the counter as he began to pry the toy he had personally selected from it's plastic prison, holding it up as though it were a trophy. "I'm not making any recommendations, I'm saving you from sexual anguish. C'mere." Not that she had a choice, Puck outstretching to grab her arm, gently resting the silica against her wrist, before clicking it on. "Real smooth, right? None of that jittery bullshit that'll blow your clit off." Gently gliding it across her arm as he spoke. "You buy that hunk of shit you'll be back here tomorrow, and I love having you visit at work, but I get the feeling you're not so fond of exposing what a dirty, dirty girl you are." Chocolate orbs fixated on her face with a rather self satisfied little smirk. He understood why, Puck could get relentless in his teasing, and it only took a couple beers to take that public. Course, it wasn't like he'd do it on purpose.

#* . ⊹ penny parrish › threads #* . ⊹ penny & puck › threads

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"you shouldn't bite the hand that feeds you" if you insist on treating me like a beast then you can't be shocked when i play the part

#* . ⊹ gus novak › about

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he was an idiot, the biggest idiot on the face of the planet and there was no one to blame for his stupidity except himself. it had been a little embarrassing to have his order (hazelnut latte with oat milk and a blueberry muffin) remembered by the gorgeous barista but not because he thought it was creepy on their end, quite the opposite actually. had he made his crush obvious with the rate at which he returned like clockwork every day? floating into the quaint little cafe every day at around half nine in the morning, then stopping off after work to grab a tea for the walk home. it wasn't the most convenient cafe to get to, there were plenty of more accessible ones that wouldn't add an extra fifteen minutes to his journey but it was worth it, not only for the delicious treats but for the few minutes he got to be in hattie's presence. the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, with all the goodness of the world snuggled tight in her petite form, she was perfect in every way and rendered him a bumbling fool. not that she seemed to mind, she was always so kind despite his awkward fumbling, always taking that extra minute to make his order a little more special. while he couldn't offer more than a shy smile in thanks, he liked to think she knew he was appreciative. he was an idiot for many reasons but number one had to be that after getting the number of the gorgeous owner of his favourite cafe, instead of texting her right away and asking her out, caleum had ghosted her for no other reason than the fear of embarrassing himself. the takeout cup had remained on his kitchen table for days, her pretty cursive handwriting staring him down each time he walked by and cringed at his own lack of confidence. one text, that would be all it took, but what if it was a mistake? what if she'd met to write it for the guy behind him? what if it was a prank enforced by one of her coworkers? she wasn't cruel like that but the thoughts still ate at him, keeping him away from the cafe and forced into drinking shitter coffees and drier muffins each morning, dulling his already sullen mood. he couldn't stay away forever, that much was apparent and after a pep talk in the mirror that lasted longer than half the conversations they'd ever had, caleum made his way over to the cafe with a smidge of hope to clear his name. "um, the same- the same as usual, please." he spat out after a moment of baffled silence, embarrassed by his assumption of being remembered and how his face bloomed with heat under hattie's warm but suddenly indifference gaze. "hazelnut latte with oat milk..." he repeated, mostly under his breath in case his clarification wasn't required. a couple of long moments of silence followed before he turned his attention away from hattie. "everything looks so good." crouching slightly in front of the glass, caleum scanned across the various cakes and pastries laid out on display, pretending like he was trying to pick what he wanted as if he didn't always get the same.

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she knows their order by heart . is it weird ? were they taken aback when she burst it out last week the moment they stopped at the register ? she drew a little bunny on their cup before she handed it to them . it was the sixth in a series of cartoonish tiny animals nesting at the bottom of his paper cups ( it followed a series of fortune cookie predictions scrawled across the bottom ) . her crush was evident , something for her coworkers to giggle about , to egg her on whenever they stepped into the cafe .

then finally , three days ago , in a sudden surge of confidence ( she was hungover and full of sugar , reeling from a night of strangers calling her pretty ) , she hastily wrote her number across his cup . then , barely legible , her name : hattie . but they never called , never even texted , and it left the baker in a spiral . she added a new dessert to the menu , simply because she's been up all night testing the recipe , waiting for her phone to light up . it didn't .

when they step into the cafe now , a melodic bell announcing their entrance , hattie tries desperately to act nonchalant , but her cheeks burn a bright pink , fingertips tap , tap , tap on the counter as she waits for them to approach . for the first time in weeks , she doesn't start preparing their order the moment they enter . ' what can i get you ? '

#* . ⊹ caelum buckley › threads #* . ⊹ caelum & hattie › about

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open to: @angeldcgs

featuring: louie "lou" adkins, thirty, bisexual, pawnbroker.

plot: after bumping into his close friend griffyn at a bar, lou's girlfriend lux invites him back to their place for a nightcap. unaware of her plan for them, the three drink and talk till the early hours of the morning when the conversation turns to the nature of the boy's relationship.

"it's not- you're making it sound so much worse." with a beer cradled in one hand, lou buried his face in the other and prayed to the god he didn't believe in that his embarrassment hadn't reddened his face too much. the room was already too warm, they'd opened all the windows in the apartment but still, he could feel sweat beginning to drip down the back of his neck, though maybe that was also due to the intense eyes focused on him. "it was summer camp. we were, what, sixteen?" the sweat stains on his shirt had to be noticeable by now, dampening under his arms and around the collar of his white t-shirt. it was just the heat, that's all. it wasn't the memory of griffyn's mouth against his, or the feeling of his hand resting against his thigh before he'd jerked away. "it was- i don't even know, i can barely remember it! it was just a kiss." lux's curiosity about whether he and griffyn had ever fooled around wasn't a surprise but unlike every other story he'd offered to her without a second thought, his relationship with griffyn had always been a little like pandora's box to him, something he wasn't interesting in opening up and analysing out of fear of what he'd discover about himself.

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